Exploring the ongoing shift in our cultural narrative illustrated through film

How this weblog works.  I post as close to monthly as I can manage in the Movie Salon  a suggestion for a movie, or movies to watch.  This, or these, will have been recently produced, are mostly no longer in theatrical release but readily available through rental aftermarkets.  Two weeks later, at  the earliest, possibly longer, I post my thoughts in the Discourse Parlor.   This timing is so you’ll have a chance to watch and think your own thoughts, if you choose, before I overlay mine.

In addition to the fully outfitted cinematic expeditions of our Salon&Palors there is, in the right hand margin of this screen, yes over there - scroll down a turn, a growing Family Tree of Stories.  Here are planted films that add voice in some specific way (as indicated by the categories) to this exploration of our inherited narratives and the change afoot in them.  These are accompanied by brief bits of writing that explain their reason for being sheltered here.   This is by way of tracking my own wanderings.  And in this I am, as always, open to suggestions.

Speaking of which, you can add your thoughts, comments and reactions, and I hope you do, to this weblog in the “leave a reply” box at the end of each posting.  There is one at the end of this page, for example.  This comes to my private email first before posting here, so if you have second thoughts or I feel whatever, we both have time to consider things.  Mostly I just let the comments go on through.

One last note.  Perhaps it’s obvious to you from a quick glance at these screenpages but unless you’ve a want to settle in and slow down, i.e. consider yourself one to receive stimulation from ideas in this rapidly mutating digital medium, although this admission of my presumption (of trading in ideas!) makes me shutter, you may think twice, or less, about entering here.  The filmstories taken under wing in these writings are, to my mind, engaged in a deep practice of evolving meaning.  Such practice, again to my mind, translates to having an affect on, as drops of water into a sea, the all- encompassing and amorphous OverNarrative (or should I say Under?) that is continually in the making and through which we define ourselves and derive our reason for being.